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Personal Essay: Why I Love Me During World War I

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f you really knew me, you would know that I love, love, love to read. That books can take you far away is not a lie. This summer I sailed on the doomed ship Lusitania and was thrown into the icy Atlantic with all the other terrified passengers. I crept through the streets of Berlin during WWII delivering messages to the hiders of Jews, crossed the Alps to deliver pilots to safe territories, and I rowed with the University of Washington’s crew team in the Olympics and won gold in front of Hitler.

If you really knew me, you would know that I am terrified of doing new things. When I have to go somewhere new, talk to new people, or experience new events I feel like there is hurricane force winds churning monstrous waves in my stomach. I feel so sick. But in the end, when the new becomes old, I am ever so happy to have had the experience, to …show more content…

This is a problem because you may often see me tripping over myself in the classroom, spilling coffee on my shirt or pants or getting my lunch in my hair and you will either judge me or laugh at me. I have learned to laugh at myself rather than worry about your judgment because I am convinced it is a genetic trait. My oldest son is the same way and that is one reason why I love him.

If you really knew me, you would know that I drink way too much coffee in the morning. I started drinking it when I worked at a horse barn in high school. I will never give it up. Coffee makes me happy.

If you really knew me, you would know that I love being a teacher. I love my students, even and especially the mischevious ones, the quiet ones who have loud stories insides of them, the ones who hate reading, and the ones who are starting high school and the ones who are ready to move on.

If you really knew me, you would know that:
I take pride in being a teacher
I believe that my children are my greatest work, even when they don’t seem so great in certain moments
I really love my

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